#Tw: wg

[lamamasjamas]

A/n: I love bears. You cooked, you ate down, you are phenomenal. I love when things are sciencey and kinky at the same time.

Warnings: Smut stuff, fetish fanfic/read the tags, lots of story for some reason, (It's like I was thinking about this for a long time or sm crazy like that...), Miggy gains a shit ton of weight, and Peter is fruity

"Ursus Americanus... bitch..."

Lyla was matching Miguel's energy. She had a bottle of beer in her hand and was "sipping" it as they both sat in the lab in thought. She could have laughed at the way his head perked up and his eyes widened.

He liked the idea. Lyla wasn't sure he got the joke.

The American Black Bear, one of three bears that roamed the United States and parts of North America. It could climb with its sharp claws, just like Miguel, and it was strong as all hell, just like Miguel.

He was very drunk, as drunk as he could be with his extraordinary metabolic abilities.

"Yeah..." he mutters. He didn't think it through, as much as Lyla enjoys watching him make a fool of himself, she had half a programmed mind to tell him that the two points of similarity were not enough to justify the need to combine his DNA temporarily through an injection in order to stave off the probability of him growing extra limbs and pedipalps.

The suppressant was first tested by December. He was meticulous in choosing which gene sequences to add into the suppressor but... he got too lazy after a while. It was a mammal, omnivore, big and strong like he was.

What could go wrong?

Nothing did... for the first half of the year. He felt great, a little hairier than usual, which prompted compliments from you, a fellow lab rat that usually came in to work at the same times he did.

He always made sure to style his hair, showing off its sudden volumity. He loved when you ran your fingers through it while in the back of his mind, he was itching to ask you out.

Miguel never thought he would though, too afraid of bringing you down with him in his self-pity and depression. But that was before and now he felt amazing, he felt stronger, he was confident again.

By Summer he really started liking your attention, to an obsessive degree, a weird degree. He asked you out, finally getting the ball rolling from always being stuck in an endless loop of will they won't they.

Lyla had teased him about it being mating season, that the hormones were giving him a push to get down and dirty. Miguel thought that was bullshit. He just liked the way your skin glowed in the sun, or how your pussy tasted after you both had ice cream during your date.

Or how your panties smelled so good, especially after they were worn for the day-

He called extreme bullshit, even then. Miguel was in denial of the instincts his new body developed due to the change of seasons.

...

"Hyperphagia."

"...What?"

"It's fall-"

"So?"

"..."

The lab was covered in food wrappers and containers. The trash bin by the side filled to the brim with scraps, most of them licked and cleaned off of any food.

Lyla was watching him carefully, not saying a word when he had wandered outside of his lab at HQ to check up on things only to find himself in front of the cook, ordering a few too many items that was allowed for the other spiders because 'he was the boss, and it was a one-time thing'.

He was bulking. He liked to think he was bulking up muscle but... anyone can see the way it all went to his thighs, that his waist wasn't as narrow as before. His shoulders were softer. At first that had given him the appearance of "bulking" but after a while, when the slight double chin didn't disappear no matter how much he attempted to stretch his neck... it was apparent that he was gaining something other than muscle.

It was concerning. You were definitely... concerned.

It was certainly concerning when his belly was the first thing to make contact with you when you hugged, or when the three main activities anyone would see him do nowadays would be sitting, watching the monitors and sleeping. The latter two always being accompanied with the combination of eating something hearty and caloric.

It should have been worrying when he first started his daily bloats. He'd stuff himself with food so bad he was in a mood until he either digested the contents in his stomach or let some of the gas out in short or long belches, only to go to bed directly afterwards.

The sex was still good, sometimes even better from how well his mouth worked you over. It was a relief that he didn't seem to be insecure about his new state, but it was strange to see him be so ignorant of it.

Sometimes he'd roll in bed, his arms would wrap around either you or the pillow, what's closest to him at the time, and he'd squeeze it close. It would wake you up from how smothered you felt, the temperature suddenly rising between you both as his bulk was half on top of you.

The cuddling was fine, you liked the affection but when he was practically making your chest collapse from how heavy he was, you almost always had to slap his, now wobbling, wide back in order to take a full breath in.

You were alarmed, perturbed, troubled. It was bothering you how much he didn't seem to care. You sat on his desk, now cleared of his papers, as well as leftover food he had to spare, so that you and his assistant could have an intervention.

He glared at both of you, sitting in a tiny office chair you knew he didn't have before. You glance at it, narrowing your eyes and lifting a brow in question. Miguel just avoids your gaze.

He's been getting tired lately, more frequently and sporadically it seemed. It wasn't normal. Miguel was starting to sleep earlier and earlier in the day, as well as wake up later. If anything he should be well rested for the day but every two minutes his jaws would unhinge for a deep yawn.

Lyla starts again, bringing up a holographic image of a black bear and clasping her hands together as if she were explaining something to a child.

"Hyperphagia is a disorder that increases appetite."

Miguel stares as the image of the bear changes between various sizes, the season was spelled out at the top to show the change in time. You watch intently with him.

"See how it gets bigger-"

Lyla glances at you from the corner of her eye, seeing you wince at her use of the term big. It was a heavy word, now used to an excessive amount around Miguel.

Peter loved to joke, not in a hurtful way, you just knew Miguel was sensitive to certain things. He referred to Miguel as big guy sometimes, he was the boss, he sent people on mission and his stature alone was in line with the definition of big.

But the word has been thrown around more frequently lately, often earning Peter or anyone to use the phrase a shake of Jessica's head and stifled laughter from the younger spiders.

It had gotten to the point in which almost everyone was calling him the big boss. It was irritating to him but irritating to you for a different reason.

Only you were allowed to call him big. If anyone else, Lyla. And you hated the way they didn't mean it in an affectionate way, in a loving way like you did.

Lyla clears her throat and continues; she has a tone of finality.

"You're putting on weight to hibernate, but you're not hibernating. You’re metabolism is slowing and if you keep this up you’re going to be double your current size by January."

The room was silent, then his stomach growls. He sits with his hands clasped over his grumbling stomach. He wasn't listening, he was already rolling his eyes and scoffing.

Then, it was like his snout twitched, directing his attention to the entrance of the laboratory.

His head turned so quickly away from you both that his cheeks jiggled. His body recoiled as he first attempted to stand. His hips dug into the arms of the chair, and as he stood it lifted off the ground slightly.

Your glare penetrated Peter's soul. He almost cowered if not for the way Miguel blocked you entirely, his bulky body waddling over to him to reach for the bag of two burgers and three trays of fries.

Miguel doesn't look at him, instead his gaze is entirely focused on the scent of grease emanating from the brown paper bag. He's noted that the more calories and more fat he consumes, the better he feels.

The unhealthier he can eat, the better. It was like dealing with a child at times. He'd refuse to eat his vegetables, making the excuse that he had already filled up with steak and potatoes, only to be sitting on the couch with his hand shoved down a bag of family sized chips.

Peter claps Miguel's shoulder, his fingers dig into the meat of it and squeezes. Peter avoids your gaze, the way you cross your arms and spit out his name in irritated greeting.

"I'm the delivery boy now, I guess..." Peter's voice lilts off into discomfort and awkwardness.

"Like a cheesy porno," you sharply respond. Miguel chuckles and sits down heavily, the platform wobbling and shaking as his ass met the plush seat.

Peter swallows thickly, he watches as Miguel finishes the first burger in two bites. Miguel pushes two fingers in his mouth, covered in grease and sauce.

His lips wrap around his fingers, and he sucks, his tongue swirls between them and he closes his eyes in bliss. Peter's gaze was on the way his fingers disappeared in and out of his mouth in repetition.

His body shook in a chill at the sound of Miguel's deep satisfied moan. Blood was starting to rush south, and his stomach was curling at the sight of Miguel's hand cradling the side of his gut as he downed a large soda.

"Oh god..."

Lyla had been informing you of Peter's sudden frequent appearances. Miguel was oblivious to it, Peter had always been nice, to an annoying degree, and his mind was mostly clouded in hunger anyway. If someone was willing to get food for him, he wasn't going to complain.

It was innocent, purely sexual. So Lyla says. Miguel had no idea though, which then prompted you to wave the situation off. Seeing it happen in front of your eyes, Peter attempting to hide the way he was drooling over your fat lard of a boyfriend and helping him become even larger was... daunting.

Your eyes landed on his hard on, peaking through his sweats. Peter’s eyes lifted to yours and he froze. You weren't angry, surprisingly. But there was a hint of determination in your eyes that he knew meant things were going to get complicated for him.

Your hand went up to caress Miguel's scalp, your body leaning over him to kiss his cheek. He leans into the touch and hums, seemingly forgetting that other people were in the room with him.

"Gonna go make dinner, ok?" you say sweetly, your mouth still pressing against his skin as you whisper to him intimately.

His stomach growls at the thought of your cooking alone. He tilts his chin up as you continue to massage the back of his head. His body slumps further into the back of the chair, his manboobs pressing further up his chest atop his swollen stomach.

Peter stands awkwardly. But he stays put. You imagine he was going to stay a while and watch, maybe even bring back some more food for Miguel to consume.

"It's early..." Miguel responds, his brow arching as he stuffs a hand full of fries down his throat. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand and stifles a burp.

You glance up at Peter, your eyes narrowing the second you noticed his cock twitch at the sounds of Miguel chewing and swallowing.

"Making something special tonight, big guy."

You wipe Miguel's mouth clean before leaning in for a kiss. He merely purses his lips in order to reciprocate, his eyes gleaming at the possibilities of the evening.

You nod at Peter with a sharp look as you leave, ignoring Lyla's disappointed shake of her head as you walk out of HQ.

Seems like the intervention was for nothing.

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A/n: Where is this going you may ask? I have no idea... I like playing around with the idea that people get into kinks for different reasons. Sometimes your girlfriend starts feeding you more because she's trying to compete with your work husband.

[tummywrites]

you had the life. happy family, good grades, star of the softball and cheer team, eventually picked for your favorite sorority. every frat bro flirted with you, and every one of your sisters was jealous of you. you were a size 0, no one was skinner than you in your whole house and you knew girls envied you for it, you took joy in watching the fatties you were supposed to consider "sisters" run to the bathroom after dinners at the sorority house, the sounds of their puke hitting the toilet as they tried to purge, desperate for a body as perfect as yours. you meet a hot guy at a frat party one night, and he pours a few too many drinks down your throat and for the first time you're bloated: an unnatural roundness on your otherwise stick thin figure. you notice this and when you get back to your dorm room, drunk and stumbling and just barely able to make it into your bed and grab your vibrator, rutting your hips helplessly into your bed. your belly was so swollen, so full, and you could feel the liquid sloshing around in there, trying to making you sick, but all it did was make you horny.

why?

the next time you felt that feeling, it was at a tailgate and you were there with all your sisters & and their boyfriends, waiting for the game to finish so you could go to the frats and party. you got drunk again and this time you got hungry, so you walked over to the guy's side of the area and grabbed a slice of pizza, trying to avoid eye contact with your sisters nearby who you had overheard complaining about how "fat" they were getting (as they went from 100 to 110 pounds after spending every night partying, not eating all day and drinking all night) you laughed at those girls in your mind as you stood there in your size 0 slip dress, flaunting your body to the girls who fought to look like you. you devoured the first slice of pizza with that on your mind, and couldn't help yourself as you grabbed a second one, and with that, a few bread bites. you eyed the snack tray on the table, with baggies of chips and a cooler full of sugary sodas, but then you saw your Big sister glaring at you from across the room and you glanced down, recoiling in horror (and clenching your legs in arousal) your stomach was rounded out, pulling your dress tight across your belly in an almost obscene way. without a word, you grabbed your bag and stumbled off, embarrassed and drunk and so full, but so turned on for seemingly no reason. why would you be turned on by being so bloated from countless beers and greasy pizza, then being caught by one of the other girls there while you made a pig of yourself?

what sealed your fate was over christmas break, when your high school friends wanted to get together again and have a dinner party. you were still as thin as you had always been, but it lately you did feel a little resistance as you went to tug up your lulu pants which was unusual. your friends from high school, however, were not so lucky. your high school best friend had gained at least 40, maybe 50 pounds--a once skinny girl with a flat chest and stomach, now spilling out of a crop top and skirt, a muffin top cascading over the waistband of a skirt. your other friend, a once sporty guy who hadn't gained a day in his life, now walked in with a shirt that clung uncomfortably to his gut, which brought back that hot feeling in your pussy, your clit throbbing as you saw him, pot belly absolutely obscene to you. everyone brought a dish to welcome you home, and they all insisted you try each dish, then seconds, and thirds of this dish, this that one, and then try this one again--

good thing you had drinks.

by the end of the night, you were so nauseous you were convinced were you going to spew. you had ate so much, potato dishes soaked in heavy cream, the thickest mac n cheese you had seen in your life, cheesecakes, and at least 48 chicken wings, you had lost count after the first two dozen you had shoved down your throat in between cans of beer. you were seeing double, but you saw clearly the face your best friend was making as you chugged down another beer and before you could stop, there was a deafening pop! and the button on your jeans fell to the floor, bouncing off the cabinet and landing square in the center of the kitchen. you were so embarrassed, tears welling to your eyes. in a rush, you screamed for your friends to leave, refusing to listen to them as they tried to reason with you. after you kicked them out, you walked back into the kitchen, still crying and hot with shame, staggering as you try to bend over and grab the button that taunted you from the floor. you held it in your palm, then looked down at your belly, which was rounded out further than it ever had, and obscured your view of your feet as you glanced down, the movement sloshing all the countless cans of beer in you. your crop top couldn't hide the actual belly you were forming now, and you looked up to your reflection in the black tv. fuck. you looked pregnant. you looked at the cheesecake on the counter as you wiped your tears, one hand grabbing and the round gut spilling out of your jeans. you reached out for the tray, and without pausing ate the rest, not even bothering with silverware as you glutted yourself. before you could stop yourself, you had finished the whole cheesecake, then the rest of the mac n cheese, and then stumbled over yourself to grab the last two cans of beer, pouring them into a big cup together, throwing your head back in desperation as you drank both in seconds. you fall over chairs and tables to get over to the couch, belly so distended you let out a whimper whenever its jostled, and pass out there.

ten years later, you're 29 years old and stepping off the scale in front of your fridge. your mark your weight on the fridge, and open up while reaching for the closest bottle of wine. despite your attempts to lose weight, you've gained 15 pounds in the past month. you're 302 pounds, you wear a 4XL and a 24 in jeans, which are barely hanging on. your ass barely fits in the drivers seat of your car and your bed creaks when you lay on it. you've broken your computer chair so you moved a dining chair into your bedroom, but your thighs spilled over the side, so you had to give up the computer. you hadn't talked to most of your friends in years, probably not since new years after that christmas, where you first fell into your gluttony and addiction. you spent the rest of that break stuffing your face to cope with your feelings, and by the time you were supposed to back to school you were 30 pounds heavier and not a single item of clothing fit your growing body. you were 140 pounds, and the moment you stepped out of your car on shaky legs in front of your sorority sisters, you knew it was over. they all began to laugh, heaving and pointing in malice at the inches of overhang you had falling over your skirt, which was only zipped up halfway, covered by a shirt that looked like it was painted on. you dropped out within a few days and spent the days partying, drinking, and stuffing your face at the end of the night, rubbing your pussy until you came. you couldn't resist the feeling food gave you.

[thescribblings]

Uhhhhhh

Save a horse, ride a cowboy?

(Slightly more suggestive ver under the cut ig?)

That is all

Have nice day

[jaythecryer777]

WARNING⚠️ for :blood/violence/knife

Angst animation TIMEEE😈😈😈

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Vampire Feederism Prompts

A is known for going on uncontrollable frenzies when they’re hungry, so B makes sure they’re always comfortably sated around the clock.

Alternatively, normally vampires last a long time between feedings, but B coaxes A into overdoing it every once in a while so that it lasts longer.

A works in a hospital and has unsupervised access to the blood supply. Sometimes their temptations get the best of them.

A finds B’s blood irresistible, and often begs B to feed from them.

Alternatively, A finds that B’s blood has weight gain side effects. B seems to like the weight A is putting on a lot.

Due to their supernatural genetics, B’s only job is to supply A with blood, which they produce in excess, so they get a little whiny and irritated when A isn’t feeding from them enough.

Since A is the youngest member of the coven, the other vampires take turns hunting for them and feeding them in order to avoid a fledgling frenzy.

A’s vampire coven feeds human B the most delicious things to make their blood taste different. Each vampire has a different flavor preference, so B is getting bombarded with sweets, salty foods, spicy foods, savory foods, etc. They tend to go overboard and B ends up nursing a huge tummyache, which the coven is more than willing to take care of.

A is stubborn after being turned into a vampire and tries to eat only human food. They end up with a very bloated and queasy tummy.

As punishment for their crimes, A is restrained and forced to watch as coven leader B gorges themself on blood.

A hasn’t been feeding lately and has become resultantly weak. B makes sure to nurse them back to health.

A misses human food and develops a strange fascination with seeing B eat.

Worried that A isn’t getting enough nutrients, B takes it upon themselves to devour a food for every nutritional need, i.e. they chug milk for vitamin d. The weird food combinations have them feeling sick.

A doesn’t want to drink blood but the rest of the coven funnel feeds it to them anyway.

A is on a vegetarian diet (animal blood only) but when their fellow coven member B tempts them with human blood they completely forget their values.

[fancycroissantgothparty]

just 'nother quickie

[doublequaterpounder]

I think the reason i’m so obsessed with fat representation in media is that it was pretty much the main proponent to my ED

i really wanted to be an actor all my life but alas all i was shown on screen was a very limited pool for fat actors so i knew i had to stay skinny for more acting opportunities

it got its worst when i had an agent and one of my clauses in the contract was i wasn’t allowed to gain any weight cAuSe CaStiNg AgEntS nEeD tO kNoW iF tHeY aRe HiRinG fAt oR sKinNy.

like i specifically remember when i was at a low point (still skinny mind you) thinking that i would be too fat to play a lifeguard and it just sent me in a spiral

anyhow i choose health and drop kicked that dream (at least for now) and i’ve been thriving, fatter and happier for it!

slay for fat Mac in always sunny tho

[sheepsfluff]

Imagine: Kept Pig

(cw dubious consent, slobification)

imagine being so large that anyone brought into your presence can do whatever they please to your body, and you're helpless to do anything about it. your life is a parade of pure exhibitionism, a series of strangers brought in by your feeder approaching and having their way with you whenever they please. lots of people take the traditional approach, taking full advantage of the many folds of your fat form, but just as many are satisfied to simply knead your giant body, ushering many glorious burps and farts in the process--you are kept constantly full, of course. others choose to stuff you, and you are too fat now to recognize faces, only the shape of food approaching your hungry maw. your mouth is basically the only part of your face that's easily accessed at this point. despite your size you feel every touch and slap equally on your taught, sensitive skin, but mentally you've been brought to the point where all you can think about is when your next snack is going to be...

[pizza-bab3]

Tw: calorie counting

It's only 2:30 pm and I'm already over 2.5k calories deep. Well on my way to my goal for the day :)

[your-pal-nebula]

I drew Razzle Dazzle nude one time. I wasn't even horny it literally just suddenly occured to me that I could do that and so... I did that. Imma write it off as anatomy practice if anyone asks

[allfryam]

weight gain story written by AI.

John had been kidnapped and he had no idea why. He had been walking home from work one night when he felt a cloth being pressed over his nose and mouth. He had tried to scream for help, but it was too late. He had been knocked out and when he woke up, he was in a dark room, tied to a chair.

He had no idea where he was or why he had been taken. All he knew was that his kidnapper was feeding him constantly. Every time he opened his mouth, food was shoved in. He had no choice but to eat it all.

At first, he had been scared and angry. But as the days went by, he started to enjoy the feeling of being stuffed full of food. His belly was growing bigger and bigger, and he loved it. He felt like he was getting bigger and stronger with every meal.

But then one day, his shirt bust open from his big belly. He was embarrassed, but he couldn’t help but love the feeling of being so full he could barely move. He felt powerful and invincible.

But then he started to worry. He was getting so big that he was afraid he would break the chair he was tied to. But he couldn’t run away. He couldn’t even move his arms anymore. He was stuck in the chair and he was getting fatter and fatter.

But he didn’t care. The food was too good. He loved the feeling of being so stuffed that he could barely move. He felt like he was in a trance, and he loved it.

Eventually, the chair did break under his weight. But instead of running away, he just lay there, content and satisfied. He knew he was in trouble, but he couldn’t help but love the feeling of being so full he could barely move. He was in a food coma, and he loved it.

[doctorjackdaw]

can’t sleep so i’m up thinking about jack running a test-lab with hector… jack’s 7 months pregnant, so he moves a few rooms away for any active x-raying that hector performs, but he’s there for the preliminary screening with the patient / test subject, and intends to return to discuss the results.

hector (he/him) / jack (he/him), belly kink (in general!)

when jack arrives, 5 minutes early and prompt, he isn’t surprised to see hector, there already, chatting with the patient and charismatic at ever.

he is surprised to see hector’s form, no different save for an unmistakable swell to his belly. he looks pregnant - if jack had to field a guess, he’d place the shape and size of his coworker’s belly at about 6 months, although realistically, this is impossible - hector wasn’t pregnant a month ago. if jack recalled correctly, hector wasn’t currently able to be pregnant - nothing audrey couldn’t fix if hector was willing, but the surgery necessary to complete a trans-uterine pregnancy had a time frame that hector’s recent expansion couldn’t account for.

“doctor kagawa?”

only then did jack realize he’d been staring hector straight in the gut for the past 2 minutes. there was an even humor to hector’s smile as jacks eyes slowly shifted up to meet his.

“god, sorry- sorry, doctor florez, were you… ready to begin?”

“of course. now, miss, if you’d like back for me here…”

hector took charge easily, quick to forgive and forget jack’s straying focus. the volunteer with them would be undergoing a test pregnancy and assisting in the record of effects of a new drug - one of the major purported side effects was a possible dilapidation of bone strength, predisposing users to fractures and early-onset osteoporosis. this first meeting, prior to the pregnancy, would involve hector taking multiple and comprehensive x-rays.

first, though, he checked over the volunteer’s form. his confident hands poked and prodded, asking careful questions to get a physical assessment of her current bone strength and pain tolerance.

his belly pushed into the table.

jack was stuck - he really ought to have been asking questions, providing answers on the dawning pregnancy for their patient, but all he could do was watch as hector reached over and around the cot, his belly jammed up into the side of it.

“alright… i’ve got a few more preparations to make, and we’ll start on those scans. i’d you’ll excuse myself and dr. kagawa for a moment?”

the volunteer nodded, and hector swiftly escorted himself and jack to the adjacent room; his office.

“jack.”

jack already had his face in his hands as hector smiled down at him.

“hector, i am so sorry. i understand i’ve been unprofessional, it’s- a terrible look! i’m.. distracted, today, but i’ll put it behind me-“

“distracted seems like a bit of an understatement,” hector murmured, and before jack had a chance to retort, the taller man had strode across the room and placed himself directly in front of him.

“you’ve been staring - right at my belly, no less! i’m surprised, really - yours is far more interesting.”

jack’s face was burning with a dark blush that only grew deeper as hector pushed one loose fist against his pregnant belly, gently massaging into his womb through the layers of scrubs he wore to keep bit covered.

“i-i beg to differ! i’m used to being pregnant, i’m not used to you-“ jack paused, pushing one hand to his eyes. “whatever you have going on!”

the stress of being trapped in his own shameful arousal by hector, who seemed completely content to tease him, made him lash out a little, but the radiologist seemed completely unfazed.

“why don’t you figure it out for yourself? go on, you can touch. i’d be honored to satiate your curiosity, doctor.”

his voice dropped so low as he said it that jack visibly shivered, but he didn’t wait long to accept hector’s offer. in seconds, his gloved hands shifted forward and laid on hector’s belly, pushing up at his green scrubs and revealing the expanse of skin and dark fuzz underneath. to reveal the whole swell, jack also found himself hooking his fingers in hector’s waistband and pulling down his slacks, moving all the fabric out of the way to frame the belly he’d been fascinated by since he noticed it just fifteen minutes before.

it… was softer than he’d expected. no scars to be seen, no visible entry point for some kind of host or substance. hector’s guts were far too quiet for him to be maintaining any volume of an enema, although he’d heard a draining gurgle or two from his upper stomach.

“it’s soft,” jack confirmed, and hector almost broke out laughing.

“figured it out yet, doc?” hector punctuated his laughter by pressing jack’s palm into the apex of his belly while he laughed, feeling it shake just a little.

jack blinked hard.

“higher levels of subcutaneous… and visceral fat. but is that-“

“that, plus the kind of breakfast that’s been increasing my levels of subcutaneous and visceral fat.” hector mimicked jack’s words to point out the mild absurdity of his differentiating the two, and jack’s jaw dropped a little.

“so you’re-“

“i’m just putting on fat. looks different on me, hmm? it was casey’s idea, and i owed them a favor - plus, like i was gonna say no to four good meals a day, and mel and keats are helping keep me stocked.”

jack was mortified for a good few seconds.

“i… am so sorry if i offende-“

“do i look offended? jack, it’s alright. you had every right to assume something else was going on, even i was surprised at how quickly my body started storing fat… and how it all went right to my gut.”

as hector assuaged his embarrassment, jack’s arousal took over. the phrase it all went right to my gut had him whimpering aloud, and hector didn’t hesitate to press his colleague back to the wall, and slowly, achingly pressed his new gut into jack’s pregnant belly.

“h-hector, oh shit,” jack murmured, “we have to get back- oh, god, it looks so good on you, and you feel good too…”

hector took that moment to push jack’s scrubs out of the way and press their bellies together, skin to skin, each rounded and heavy. he braced his broad palms and long fingers against the wall while he gyrated his hips, creating almost a massage between the two of them as their bellies rubbed sensually against one another. jack managed to get one hand on hector’s side, as if he had a handle on their little dance, but the other covered his mouth and betrayed just how turned on he really was, shaking there at the touch of hector’s fat belly alone.

all at once, hector pulled away, but not before tilting jack’s face and kissing his cheek warmly.

“i’ll see you at my apartment tonight, won’t i?”

jack nodded. he’d go just about anywhere to finish that scene, if he could come back down to earth before evening came.

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Feedist Christmas Prompts 🎄🎅🎁 MDNI

A decides to put on a few pounds to better fit in their santa costume.

A hits several Christmas dinner parties in one day after accidentally agreeing to attend them all.

A gets a “special toy” as a gift for ripping the seams on their ugly Christmas sweater.

A believes in Santa and always leaves an entire table filled with festive desserts instead of just cookies. Secretly, B plays the part of Santa, so they sneak down when A is sleeping and take a bite out of everything. B has a tummyache in the morning but A is so happy to see that Santa came.

A is burning up due to their size but B is ridiculously cold. They compromise and A holds B close while they watch christmas movies with the ac on.

A has a sweet tooth, and luckily for them, they get plenty of stocking stuffers to satisfy it.

A has been struggling to wrap presents as well as B, so B gives them a personal lesson in wrapping by tying up their chubby body shibari style.

A wants to leave milk and cookies out for santa, but B keeps eating them all.

Alternatively, A is making a gingerbread house but it ends up in ruins because B keeps eating the parts.

A and B build snowmen of each other. A gets a bit jealous because B is so attentive as they shape the snowman’s belly.

The snow king/queen thinks A is far too thin and has their servants feed them sweets made by the sugarplum fairy.

A is on the naughty list this year and they get magically punished with rapid weight gain.

A always puts the topper on top of the tree, and B always lifts them to do it. But this year, A put on weight and is far too heavy to be lifted.

A is a mall santa and B is the excited and oversized adult about to sit on their lap.

A slips on some ice and falls in the snow, they’re far too full and tired to attempt standing up again. B lays next to them and makes snow angels while A recovers.

A catches a cold and is too sick to go to the christmas dinner party, so B stays with them and they order lots of take out.

A feeds B from a spread of food that gradually increases in size over 12 days.

A is B’s secret santa and doesn’t know what to get them. Eventually they decide to just take them out to eat, which ends up being a good decision.

A and B are wearing matching pajamas except B is basically bursting out of theirs.

A drags B to church on Christmas sunday with the promise that they’d be eating afterwards. B’s stomach growls loudly throughout the entire sermon, somehow even louder when A is singing in the choir, red in the face.

Elves are supposed to be small but A is almost too big and fat to come to work.

A teases B while their tongue is stuck to a metal pole.

A is visited by the ghosts of christmas breakfast, lunch, and dinner.

A gets some unwanted attention while Christmas shopping, prompting B to feel them up in public.

A, B, and C all accidentally get D the same gift. D doesn’t mind, because the gift is edible and they were hungry.

[fancycroissantgothparty]

yeah, chimken man

[doublequaterpounder]

Like the vibes here, I'll follow

what IS your fat story? Like there's a big diff in Sw and CW and Im curious.

Keep up the good work!

Firstly thank you!!! and bless you’re soul!

but yeah my fat orgin story is i was always fit as hell growing up crossfit, dancer gym every morning and running but alas i always had this fascination with fatness the whole time (thanks sims 3 character editor)

despite being skinty as hell i had pretty bad case of the ol body dismorphia that eventually evolved into a full blown ED. the dichotomy between my fitness lifestyle to keep up appearances and my deep desire and curiosity of fatness and being fat became overwhelming. society’s game of fear of fatness was winning inside of me and i hated it

when i graduated from school and removed myself from the toxic fatphobic institutions i had lost all the fitness desire as well as a holiday to America that significantly increased my weight over a short period of time which really started the ball rolling into full blown fatness.

I wish i could say that it was a smooth journey from there but my weight yo-yoed upwards and sometimes downwards over the next 5 years with old habits dying hard. the first few years of embracing a fatter life where an adjustment but now i haven’t had a relapse in a few years

frankly i’m fat as hell now and getting fatter just eating what i want when i want to, i have an amazing partner who is also into this whole community who is incredibly supportive. just lovin no holding back, no restricting just enjoying my fat self!

also if anyone has asks please ask away!

[sk1nnyw4nn4b3]

Taking a hand back in myself because I became a fattie 🤍:

Will udapte every day !

Gw:40kg

Cw: 62kg

Height: 164cm/5’3 ft

Day 1: 62kg

Day2: 63.5kg

Had a binge day lol, weighed myself right after eating tho.